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"
Let
me
go
home
,
"
replied
Maximus
,
quickly
.
"
Ah
,
home
.
.
.
"
said
Marcus
.
He
gave
his
arm
to
Maximus
,
and
they
walked
together
back
across
the
battlefield
.
All
eyes
followed
the
long
purple
coat
and
white
hair
of
their
emperor
.
They
could
see
that
he
moved
slowly
and
with
difficulty
.
He
was
clearly
in
pain
.
Most
of
the
soldiers
realized
that
they
were
probably
seeing
him
for
the
last
time
.
And
they
knew
Rome
was
not
likely
to
have
such
a
good
emperor
again
.
Marcus
Aurelius
and
his
general
walked
along
the
road
,
past
lines
of
tired
soldiers
.
Hundreds
of
men
resting
on
a
hill
stood
and
raised
their
swords
high
in
the
air
when
they
saw
them
pass
.
"
They
honor
you
,
Caesar
,
"
said
Maximus
.
"
No
,
Maximus
,
I
believe
they
honor
you
,
"
replied
the
Emperor
.
Maximus
looked
across
at
the
crowd
of
brave
men
and
raised
his
own
sword
.
The
men
cheered
him
loudly
.
Suddenly
,
Prince
Commodus
and
his
guards
rode
into
view
.
When
he
heard
the
cheering
and
saw
the
reason
for
it
,
Commodus
was
filled
with
jealousy
.
Roman
soldiers
were
honoring
a
Spaniard
above
the
Emperor
and
his
family
-
it
was
not
right
.
But
he
tried
to
look
pleased
as
he
rode
up
to
Marcus
and
Maximus
.
"
Have
I
missed
the
battle
?
"
he
said
,
jumping
from
his
horse
.
"
You
’
ve
missed
the
war
,
"
said
Marcus
.
